"Shark attack...." "Volunteer firefighter..."
"Saved a dog from a burning house..."
Are just some of the things I use to say when a stranger asked me "what happened?"
The real story is... I defeated whatever it tried to kill me-as a six month old baby. And what tried to kill me is our everyday cup of joe. That's right - coffee. Now you see why I was inclined to make up stories. Haha!
Before this incident matured into "my story" it was and still is my mothers story. A story that forever changed and altered a life of two women.
My mother, who you'll probably hear me mention quite a few times in this blog, is absolutely the most selfless woman I know. I call her My Hero. She is a fighter on another level.
April 13th, 1984 in Bosnia and Herzegovina. It was Friday the 13th. Exactly 6 months from my birthday. My mother made morning Turkish coffee and had intentions to call a neighbor and enjoy spring sunny morning. I was pretty active baby and very tall for being only 6 months.